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... th a gym locker and then that baby threw a house party.
Every available surface was covered with something that shouldn’t be there. Training weights on the coffee table. Textbooks stacked in precarious towers that defied basic physics. Someone’s laundry draped over a lamp. Empty Thunder-Strike cans formed a pyramid on the windowsill, a monument to poor hydration choices. The air smelled like sweat, cheap pizza, and teenage desperation.
Home sweet home.
Hikari had claimed ...
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